Octavia and the strangest pony in the world

The sapphire eyed Time Pony was now talking really loudly, to be heard over their running. “The last person I travelled with was someone who was always never in spotlight, who never or very rarely went outside and if you put time into the mix, who do you think it is?” She thought hard about who it could be. “I have it.” she said. He put a big smile on his face; “Lead the way!” They ran through the rain, across wet grass and slippery cobblestone with the occasional crack of thunder along the way. They arrived at Zecora’s place at the dead of night, yet the zebra herself was wide awake, prepping ingredients for various brews and concoctions.

Octavia knocked on the door so fast that it almost sounded like one continuous sound. Eventually Zecora opened the door and asked puzzlingly. “Travellers at my door at this hour late, what brings you past the garden gate?” Octavia ignored her completely and just sat down inside on a wooden chair, resting. Sebastian simply shrugged and walked in, grabbing various items and ingredients and placing them in a cup after melting or chopping them.The rhyme speaking zebra was intrigued as to what he was doing with all those things. “may I ask as to what you are doing, or more importantly, what sort of recipe are you brewing?” Sebastian had a smile on his face, ready for the explanation.

“Braxxian smoothie,” he said still stirring the mix “although some of these ‘makeshift’ ingredients may cause it to be slightly sour.” Octavia had finally recovered enough to talk “Apparently you travelled with Sebastian here ages ago.” He laughed “Really? you think I travelled with Zecora? Think older, think secluded.” Once again, she thought long and hard about it and reached only one conclusion. “Princess Luna? Night Mare Moon?” sebastian stopped laughing “And the penny drops. Come on lets go.”